When God gives visions about you

Oh unripe apple, you who look so fine while hanging on high.

swaying right in front of my eyes, gracing my fingertips, twinkling
with your glossy shine.

I could just reach out and grab you, so within my grasp are you.

but I know once I've taken a bite, you'll show me right. you with a
sweet facade hides a sour thine behind.

oh unripe apple, nestling in the tree's glorious hide. I'll wait a
little while more, and only grab you when the time proves right.